This is a song about "Shoulders"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

But so much stress in our shoulders like a veteran tours,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders

You know big-breast girls

Lay there with busted shoulders,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

If you were standing next to me i just get the cold shoulders

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Decisions are weighed but rest on only one's shoulders,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Im fed up with lives problems case of the cold shoulders/